solvethepuzzle | Hadriel IC Contact

[Who even knows how normal people start conversations? Near certainly doesn't.]

Are you bored, in need of a distraction, or simply curious? [See, he can't even answer like a normal person. He'll get to it, just not immediately.]

The last two. [ there's no reason not to answer honestly ]

[Fair enough.]

Twenty years old. We met when I was five.

Edited 2016-10-09 18:53 (UTC)

Wait, twenty? You're twenty? Bullshit. You look, I don't know, fifteen?

How generous of you. Many guess younger than that. I age well, apparently. [This may be some kind of weird joke on his part. He knows perfectly well many of the reasons that people assume he's a child. And Sharon hasn't even seen one of them.]

Edited 2016-10-10 22:53 (UTC)

The lack of expression lines help. [ Fucking twenty. What the hell. ] You sure you're not a robot?

Yes, it does. [So does being a paltry five feet tall and very skinny.] After so long, I believe I would know if I were or not.

Unless it's part of your programming. [ she's really just being a smartass. ]

Perhaps you can ask Mello if I was ever taken away for maintenance and had my memory wiped of those occasions. In which case, things could be very bad for me with my programmer absent. [Also being a shit.]

Edited 2016-10-14 02:55 (UTC)

Maybe Mello is your programmer. What a plot twist that would be.

It would ironically make all of his frustrations with me his own fault.

[Honestly, he does think Mello projects too much, sees criticism even when it isn't there. So he's responsible for his own feelings. But the fact that he's always performed better than Mello at the House is his own. And he's not sorry about it.]

The world does love itself some irony. [ It would make an interesting tale, that's for certain. ] You could be a ghost?

I've never seen any evidence that ghosts exist in my world.

[But here's something else . . .] You've also failed to be the first to ask me if I am a ghost.

[Surprise? Probably not.]

Edited 2016-10-31 01:32 (UTC)

Damn, and here I've always prided myself on being the first to ask someone such stupid questions. [ :| ] Want me to get more creative?

If you like. I'm curious to see what you can come up with.

How about vampire? It's not exactly creative, kind of overdone in media, but you're pale, creepy, and I question whether you age.

[ She knows he's human, but this is one good way to entertain herself and waste time. ] Oh, no, better yet: imaginary friend.

[And he's entertained enough himself to humour it. He actually hasn't had "vampire" suggested to him before. Then again, he might have had he been on that particular Jaunt. In any event, the second suggestion is more fun to play with.]

And whose friend would I be? [He has no friends. He knows this and is fine with it. Even if he and Mello are making efforts to get along better now, it's certainly not a friendship by any stretch.]

Mello's. You were developed in childhood as a coping mechanism, and though he's tried, he's really never been able to shake you. [ It's more than a little ridiculous, but she's all right with that. ]

He didn't do a very good job of creating a friend, then, since he's always disliked me so much.

He can't have disliked you that much if he's willing to die for you. [ Or what you stand for. ] But we could call you an imaginary companion instead?

[He actually frowns briefly at that. He's never been happy with that decision of Mello's -- and his death had hurt him as few things have.]

Less so now. But he hated me quite a bit when we were children.

You can't really blame him. You were better, at least in the eyes of whoever it was that mattered there. That kind of shit breeds contempt.

I do not recall saying I blame him or don't understand why. It was a competitive environment. It's only to be expected.

[But the contempt had never gone both ways.]

[ She'd apologize for the assumption, but that's not really her style. ] Did you never feel the same?

[ Even as disconnected as he seems, surely that kind of pressure bred some form of dislike for his fellow. ]

[He doesn't care whether she apologizes or not. It doesn't matter.]

No, I did not. [His contempt had been reserved for those unable to keep up, and those that would fawn over him in attempts to be in the good graces of the top student in an institution where intelligence had been everything. Mello had been able to keep up, and challenged him instead of praising him.]

Edited 2016-11-11 22:48 (UTC)

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